"So he's still alive!" Xu Lin held the blood sword in his hand tightly, then looked at the painting monk and said, "In a sense. ”

The painting monk nodded: "Back then, the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect gathered more than a dozen Buddha monks and wanted to join forces to destroy the blood demon, but the worst result was to drag it into the reincarnation hell. ”

"If you hadn't intervened!" Xu Lin looked at the painting monk with an expressionless face.

"There's no way!" the painting monk sneered, and then continued: "As the more people are killed, the anger that surrounds me becomes heavier, and the sect is already suspicious of me, if I don't strike first, how can I get away?"

"Joining forces with the Blood Demon, in fact, from the initial solidity, has become a use, the friendship in your heart, in the face of your life, you still chose the latter. ”

After listening to Xu Lin's words, the painting monk looked indifferent, and then looked at Xu Lin: "What about your choice?"

Xu Lin frowned, but the painting monk continued: "In front of your own existence and pure friendship, which one do you want?"

"It's the same as you!" Xu Lin couldn't laugh a little, if he hadn't experienced a wild trip before, those things that Xu Lin hadn't felt in the Heavenly Tribulation, if it was really Mingru standing at both ends of his life and death, Xu Lin might really let himself replace Mingru's death, but now that you think about it, would you be willing to watch that after you die, this woman may lie under someone else's body, moaning happily?

"You and I are the same kind of people!" the painting monk sneered as he glanced at Xu Lin Muran's expression, and then continued, "So I won't be willing to let the Blood Demon come out." ”

After hearing this, a thought suddenly came to Xu Lin's mind: "It's your hand!"

Looking at the painting monk's gradually gloomy face, Xu Lin strengthened his guess even more and said: "Killing two birds with one stone, the front is to help the Blood Demon, in the case of losing both it and the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. And to give the latter a fatal blow without hesitation?"

The painting monk's voice suddenly raised, "At least I didn't kill him!"

"But you've ruined his ideas!"

"It can be turned into a grudge, like the sea of blood he created. The painting monk sneered.

"But you also paid the corresponding price!" Xu Lin's words made the painting monk's face a little difficult to look at.

"It did come at a very high price. The monk recalled the last scene in his memory, and his face turned extremely blue.

"Sneak attack, but be killed, the body collapses and withers. The blood breath in the whole body was sucked clean, and Wang Lun was ruthless enough. ”

Hey laughed, Xu Lin looked at the painting monk and said, "In the end, it's a blood demon, otherwise you don't have to cut off your soul and imprint your divine sense in the picture scroll." ”

The painting monk was silent, looking gloomily at the distance in the night sky, where there were bright stars, just like the gaze of his eyes, staring coldly at this ruthless world.

Hold the bloody sword in his hand across his chest. The cold moonlight, on the sword body, condensed a blood-soaked translucent luster, light as water, but gave people an infinite sense of oppression.

The painting monk stopped talking, his eyes fell on the sword weapon in Xu Lin's hand, and the cold and abnormal feeling made his heart tremble a little. Through the cold blood, the monk seemed to see a pair of cold eyes.

It was the gaze of the original Blood Fiend. Looking at himself, the bloodthirsty desire was burning the soul of the painting monk, and this abnormal sense of guilt made the painting monk feel disgusted at the same time, but he found that Xu Lin was looking at him with a smile.

"Blood sword, devouring power. The attribute of assimilation seems to be much stronger than before. ”

The painting monk lowered his face, looked gloomily at Xu Lin's face with a playful smile and said, "I'm still useful to you!"

"Not bad!" Xu Lin nodded without doubt, and then looked at the painting monk's body with some greed and said, "Your soul is very strong!"

"It's a good tonic!" the monk sneered, and then continued, "I can help you." ”

"Completely ruined him?" Xu Lin shook his head. Then he looked at the painting monk with a mocking face: "The resentment is spiritual, one is to use the Buddha's wish power to resolve it, this method is not appropriate, because I don't want to practice." ”

While the painting monk was stunned, he wondered: "Why?"

Xu Lin smiled and said nothing, but continued: "What about the two, it is a superbirth, it is a Taoist's doing, but the consequence of doing so is that the sea of blood is no longer and the power is no more!"

"Do you have a better way?" said the monk with a bitter smile.

Xu Lin didn't answer immediately, but he looked at the painting monk for a long time, and said, "Three, it's surrender!"

"It's not impossible!" the painting monk touched his chin, and then said: "But you need the corresponding realm as the foundation." ”

"So what's the use of you?"

Xu Lin's words made the painting monk's face freeze, but he didn't react for a long time.

The cool breeze hit, and even though there was no more flesh, the painting monk still felt a kind of coldness.

"Secret!" Xu Lin looked at the blood sword in his hand, then looked at the painting monk and said, "In this world, I'm afraid no one except me knows the secret of the blood demon. ”

The painting monk did not deny that in the memory of Wang Tianyu, he knew that Xu Lin was practicing the exercises of the "Blood God Son", so he ......

The painting monk suddenly felt that in front of Xu Lin, he had become naked like pork on a cutting board, and there was no bargaining chip that could be exchanged at the same price.

"Leaning in the mirror of the soul, but not really merging with each other, but you can't come out, if I don't want to. Xu Lin narrowed his eyes, but the painting monk was a little frightened and waited for Xu Lin's next words.

"Fusion, maybe you still have some use!"

"Machine spirit?" The painting monk hesitated, his face instantly turned extremely pale, he knew what happened to Wang Tianyu, but if he really became a machine spirit, as long as his consciousness was still there, then in his lifetime, he would never think about being able to resist Xu Lin's will.

Unless......

"Unless I'm dead!" Xu Lin sneered at the stunned look on the painting monk's face, and then his voice became a little cold: "Choose!"

The painting monk looked at the bronze ancient mirror in Xu Lin's hand, and his eyes were full of gloomy color, but Xu Lin said disapprehantly: "I'm here, you're here, I'm not here, or you can still be there." ”

The painting monk smiled, and then recalled the memories of Wang Tianyu in his mind, and then looked at Xu Lin, his eyes had become different, when he pinched his hands and twisted the trick, the Buddha pointed to the orchid, and when a gray phosgene suddenly hooked up, Xu Lin didn't say a word, let alone make any superfluous movements.

When he looked at the soul mirror in his hand that suddenly emitted a golden light, the gray phosgene began to be implicated, and when the two breaths reflected each other, Xu Lin pursed the corners of his mouth and showed a meaningful smile: "Smart choice." ”

In the dark night, there was a golden flame, like a candle in the night breeze, swaying the golden flame.

The whole body of the painting monk was burning, and the moment it was completely wrapped in golden light, there was a gloomy sigh, and the voice revealed helpless loneliness.

Then the painting monk disappeared, and disappeared in front of Xu Lin's eyes out of thin air, but the soul mirror in his hand emitted a more brilliant golden light.

In the depths of Xu Lin's soul, there was a voice that sounded softly, like the trembling of wind chimes, and at the same time, Xu Lin suddenly had a feeling of being close to the soul mirror in his hand, this is the real recognition of the Lord!

Xu Lin said "hey", and then compared it to the bottom of his eyes, the golden mirror slowly began to condense, towards both sides, as if a golden curtain began to open, so Xu Lin saw a familiar face, and his voice was in his mind.

"A result that I never thought of!" The painting monk's voice was low and helpless, and even a spontaneous sense of loss, which made his whole person become a little sluggish.

"It's one of the best choices you'll ever make in this life. Xu Lin's divine sense echoed, and then in the bitter laughter of the painting monk, Xu Lin asked with some doubts: "Do you know the origin of this mirror?"

"This is also the question I have always wanted to ask you, how did you get this mirror?" the painting monk asked Xu Lin rhetorically.

Xu Lin told the painting monk about the process of getting this mirror, and the latter did not respond for a long time after listening to it, but later sighed: "What shit luck!"

Xu Lin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "My luck has always been good!"

The painting monk replied thoughtfully, and then said with some confusion: "I have never heard of such a treasure in the world, but after the fusion, the little monk found that this mirror seems to have some ghost deeds, and it can actually nourish the soul and nourish the yin." ”

Xu Lin frowned: "You want to say that this thing may have something to do with Beibi?"

The painting monk nodded: "The little monk has never heard that there is a magic weapon that can shine into the soul in this world, not only can it absorb the soul and fix the soul, but also can implicate the body of the living soul itself, and the vitality and Dao power can all involve the power of the mirror, and the most strange thing is that there is a secret in this mirror, which you must not know!"

Xu Lin frowned and pondered, then looked at the painting monk and said, "And?"

The painting monk smiled: "And!" (to be continued......